From: Eudorra | Posted: 2/18/2002 8:11:59 PM | Message Detail
He looked out off the cliffs side, staring at the sunset above the grand city of RI, its reds and oranges slowly fading into the distance, letting the darkness of night comes in full. His hands are numb, his clothes ripped, his skin torn open, every part of his boding hurting from the battle. His right arm slowly hands over his knee, while his other clothes the hilt of Blade, now resting silently to the side. His leg is under the other, giving him a comfortable position to rest from, and to admire the sunset behind the glorious city thousands of feet below. The cliff face he now rests on that day was host to a incredible battle between two warriors, fighting a battle to the death. They fought with everything they had, every skill they had, holding absolutely nothing back. It was at the end that all they had left was to merely make a last, desperate sword swipe at the other, both ragefully charging after their most powerful attacks. But, it was then, when that warrior swung his blade horizontally, giving the other time to duck under the weapon, and stab his own into the firsts heart. He fell then, his heart gored, his lifeblood bleeding out from him, and looks at the other, holding the God slayer, with eyes filled with something, something he could not pinpoint. Not rage, not hate, but something more, as if it was a relief to die, or maybe pity. He then fells to the ground, his last ounce of strength gone from his. The air rushes from his lungs, and he dies seconds later, his weapon pulled to his side. The warrior, who had moments before stepped back in disbelief of the final blow, runs up to the man, and, holding him in his arms, hopes for a sign of life. He doesn't know why he had such emotion then, as he buried the warrior, and but he let a few tears fall from his eyes as he worked with his hands, ignoring his own, grizzly wounds. It was several hours later, as the sun was nearing the point where it would set, that he finished, and put the double sword into the ground as a tombstone of sorts. Since then, he looked out across RI, thinking. But now he steps up from his resting place, stopping mid way to let the pain subside from moving so quickly, and begins to walks away from the battle field, literally covered in blood, everything completely died red from the vicious attacks the two used. He limps passed a small grave to his right, and for a moment, touches the hilt of the sword struck into the ground. He lets a small tear appear in his eye, and then wipes it away with one of his filthy, dirty hands.
"A braver warrior there has never been, fighting to the very end, never giving an inch, but in the end, giving his own life to what he desired most�Rest In Piece, Dangerblade. May you find that which you could not find in life�"
He remembers that last, telling blow well, just a short time ago. He went strait on, quickly bending down as the Dangerblade swings, just a millimeter above his head, allowing him to swinging around Blade and plunge it into Dangerblades heart. He is lurched back by the sword, its edge penetrating through his heart, and a sickening sound scratches in the air as the weapon is pulled from his body, Blade completely covered in the warriors blood, the crimson liquid falling onto the ground in countless drops, each making a noise louder then all else around the two...
"In the waning hours, the time has at last come�"
He takes his hand off the hilt of the incredible weapon, and begins to limp off from the grave, his legs still burning from the pain as it was ripped open from Dangerblades ultimate attack. He looks at his mangled body as he slowly walks down the cliff, checking to see if anything was actually torn completely off, since, for the most part, he cannot feel anything but pain. He knows his arms and legs are still in place, even if they look like meat from the way they were cut up in the final moments, his right arm limp, damaged in a attempt to dodge Dangerblades blow earlier in the fight. His left is not much better, barely able to move, slowly becoming stiff as time goes on, the nerves probably damaged beyond repair as the wounds have been exposed for a long time to the air. He face, torn up by magic, scaved by swords, and pounded by the battle, remains the least damaged part of his body, but his left eye was nearly blinded by a close call from the Dangerblade His fingers remain intact, although his left hand, the one which was cut off by Phantom, still aches from the time it was originally removed. After checking himself over one last time, to make sure he did not miss anything, he speeds up his pace, wanting to reach the WarMech before dark, nearly stumbling over a small black gem, and, upon picking it up, he realize it is none other then the used remains of a power gem he was given years ago by Wolfgang Visarett, which would impart upon him the power of the Wolfgang's species. He puts it inside his pocket and continues on, passing trees on his way down, their inhabitants quietly watching him, fearful of what he could do, even catching a short glimpse of Wolfgang, who he assumes was watching the battle.
"All know now of my power�yet it means little..."
He continues on, the winds becoming a little stronger as he nears the bottom, the flowers little different from the above, but show a sign a life those on top lost during the battle, as if part of the land lost its innocence. He thinks about such things, like how a flower would care about the destruction of another being. His mind wonders completely, distracting him from his pain, and he thinks about what it is like to fight knowing one will die�
"Never have I thought of such things�it has always been instinct�to kill, to destroy�to lead armies to conquest, but never have I thought in depth about anything but. Have I somehow grown in the last battle? Could his death have sparked a revolution in the depths of my mind? I do not know�but, this idea must be tested in full�"
His paces quickens further, and soon his feet finally step off the beginning of the hill leading to the cliff, where the mighty WarMech awaited him, its black surfaces still shining the light back, giving it a 'more then is' appearance. As he nears, Emilia, his second in command of the Exodus, steps out to meet him from behind the machine.
"Emilia�why are you here?"
I watched your battle and left after you killed him�
"Ah, I see�"
Emilia holds in her true feelings, which are the ones that wanted him dead, to die the worst death possible. She knew she lost her will to fight him once he killer her son in front of her eyes, and now, with her last chance to be free from his control, she is shattered, yet shows nothing�but, he puts his hand on her shoulder. He squeezes it slightly, and as much as she wants to rip it away, or better, cut it off, but she does neither. Then he says something surprising, to say the least.
"Leave."
Sir?
"You heard me. Leave this place and take the Exodus, it is your ship now."
But why?
"What I did was wrong�go now."
But�but�
Her sentences break up, she not knowing what to say to him. He steps back away from him, a small tear in her left eye.
Damn you�you take everything away so you can control me, and then you just�let me go?
"There is nothing left to do. I am leaving this world. I returning to my past, a place that you, nor anybody else, can go."
Sir�
"No, no longer call me that! I am not longer a leader of men�there are some who cannot understand that. There is more then merely a figurehead. I lead only to obtain what I desire, and that no longer suits me�"
She stays quiet then, allowing him to crawl into the pilots seat of the WarMech without trouble, and with a swift flick of a few switches, the canopy closes around him, blanketing him in a armada of computers and targeting systems, which also contains a map, showing where he is, and where everything in the entire RI system is. He closes that map, and programs the computer to hack into the Exodus' archives�
"There is only one goal left for me�to destroy my past, once and for all�"
The advanced systems of WarMech enter into the Exodus' Archives in seconds, allowing him to scroll through countless documents, from where he finally finds what he was looking for, evidence of the Council of Angels. He reads it, and then programs the WarMech to go to the Alveria 17 system, near the vortex connecting to the universe where Wolfgang Visarett hails from�the engines of WarMech fire up, a vibrant blue flame searing right into the ground as the legs detach from the ground and enter into the haul of the machine, allowing its wings to fully expand, and thus, allowing it to fly up into the high RI atmosphere�he sits back as the world of RI fades below him, the sunset finally becoming nothing but blackness�Emilia stills stands near where WarMech flew off, just out of the range where she would hacve been burned to a crisp by the engines.
It was then he began to think about those who wanted him to lead them in a revival of the Tea Cup Army, one of the greatest armies ever to roam across RI...
"In the end�I simply failed them all. I was never a leader, just an idea maker who happened to make one good idea. They relied on me far more then they should have�maybe now Heavyarms shall be able to obtain the leadership skills that he says he has none of. After all, he is one of those I call 'friend', and I do not doubt he can do what must be done�
He finds a small tear floating aimlessly in the zero gravity pilot room, and it was then, at that moment, when the tear strolled off his cheek into the air, he made a vow to himself�
"Never shall I again step upon the RI world until I have found myself�"
He finds another tear slightly crashing into the first, dissipating them into the stale air, and he smiles�
"A tear to be shed, and a life to be gained�the rewards far outweigh to losses�or, at least, that is my hope�"
The spaceship finally enters warp, and it fades into the depths of space without a trace�his journey to avenge a past long gone, and the quest to find a meaning to exist, beginning�
The End
(OOC: I am leaving the online world, in its entirety, and MasterHIM�he will be asleep for a long time now. That is why I asked Dangerblade to post this for me�)
"I shall forever live on in the hearts and minds of those who called me friend�"-Kyle "MasterHIM" Jackson